Ever since I came here, it's been impossible for me to wake up later than 6:30 or so, which isn't actually that much of a problem except when, as happened last night, I end up going to sleep around 3. Wintry mix continues to be the bane of my existence, East Side Market has inexplicably good mangoes, I'm reading like a crazy thing and was, ( Read more... )

I count trees. For the government. I now know trees like Vanna White knows the alphabet, and you have the stimulus bill to thank for it. It's crushingly boring, but it does pay and, hopefully, the people who will in the future see "AmeriCorps" on my resumé won't be curious enough to ask exactly what I did. I work with Tristan, a 23-year-old ( Read more... )

The BBC is apparently remaking The Prisoner.

I AM NOT SURE IF I APPROVE OF THIS FUCKERY.

I drove up to Squaw Valley last night with Jean Luc curled in the passenger seat and, after listening to NPR for two hours, realized that I'm literally becoming my mother. When I was a kid I would beg her not to turn the news on, and I remember this ritual wherein the moment we got in the car I'd start babbling nonstop so that she wouldn't be able ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning with my mother shaking me ( Read more... )

After long (and fucking painful) deliberation, I have decided to got to Brown. I still can't believe that I'm turning down Berkeley, which was my big shining goal when I started out this whole process, but in the end I decided that Brown would be the best place to finish out my undergrad years ( Read more... )

So, in the end, it comes down to UC Berkeley or Brown. I honestly can't decide, something my 16-year-old freshman applicant self would find both appalling and bewildering ( Read more... )

I got into Brown. I can't believe it. I'm so happy I can't actually stand it, but nobody's going to be home until Sunday. I feel like there's this small, tightly contained ball of electric joy inside my chest with nowhere to go. Going to go trampoline my feelings out : )

I am finally, finally done with applications.

I didn't sleep for two days, couldn't type by the time I finished, couldn't sleep for several hours after the deadline (midnight) and my desk is now a tiny holocaust of diet coke cans and microwavable meals containers,

but I'm done , so whatever ( Read more... )

something they don't tell you about pugs--how goddamn loudly they snore. apparently this has something to do with the fact that they have no snout or can't ventilate properly or something in that vein.

it's like having a very small, very cute freight train in my bed.